By the end of the day our skin was wrecked and our bodies hurt, but we’d done a ton of amazing climbing. I did something like 150 pitches, averaging around 5.11c, which was good enough to retake the individual point record, which now stands at 43,490.

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It was impressive that people who’d been up climbing for 24 hours straight could find the energy to party so hard. I certainly couldn’t — I went to bed early, which I guess just means I don’t have what it takes to be a true Midwestern climber.

I think I can speak for the entire Midwest here when I say that we would be OK with adopting Alex into the Midwest climbing club. I mean, the guy does havesomeskills even if they don’t involve partying all night after climbing for 24 hours straight.

2 Responses to “A True Midwestern Climber”

Nah, you’re not truly a Midwestern climber until you’re way above some manky pro at Devil’s Lake. That, and have lost your sanity due to the fact you can’t climb 6 months out of the year because it’s too cold or humid.